Wash your face in the morning sun, flash your pen at the song that i'm singing. Touch down bass living on the run, make no sweat of the hole that you're digging, wrap up cold when it's warm outside. Your shit jokes remind me of digsy's Be my magic carpet ride. Fly me down to capitol city in the sun Kickin' up a storm from the day that i was born. Sing a song for me from let it be, open up yer eyes get a grip of yerself inside; You are here now.
